Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.